Liaena’s head had also turned quickly towards the door when the volley of gunshots had echoed through the room. The stillness of the night made the silence afterwards stretch out even longer with no additional shots. [i]“That’s either good…or really, really bad”[/i]

“….”

“Looks like we’re going to have to take a break, I’m afraid. You guys can have a chat, and actually agree on something first” Liaena informed the diminutive Astrid lightly. Swooping down, she picked up the small human to drop her back into the sock and into her satchel. “I’lll probably talk to your boyfriend next time, anyway. He seems more sensible”
[i]
“That came from the corridor…”[/i]

Turning her back on the door, Liaena looked up at the wreckage of the skylight before dragging over a chair and using it as a legup to get a foot on one of the broken beams. Hoisting herself up, she carefully avoided the broken glass as she crawled through the hole and onto the roof above. Accidentally bashing her elbow and knees on broken tiles as she clambered through the narrow gap, she grimaced as glass poked through her clothing.[i] “Ugh. Being bigger is actually kind of annoying”

“….”

“I can’t believe I just thought that”[/i]

Much of the snow on the part of the roof she eventually pulled herself onto had already been shaken off by the activities of Night Elves earlier. Remaining crouched over and staying as close to the roof as she could, Liaena crept towards the side of the building that faced the main street, the area that distant shouting was now emanating from. Reaching the ridgeline in the roof, she huddled in the shadow of the building as she looked down at the drama that was developing down below. 

*

“….That escalated quickly” Kathlin mumbled quietly as she looked down at the events taking place from their vantage point of the window. Glancing over at the two dwarves, they both appeared enraptured by what was going on down below. “Could I see that paper again?”

Upon receiving no response whatsoever, the girl reached over to carefully disentangle the paper from Doins clenched hands. Smoothing it out to read out, her brow creased as she scanned the lines rapidly. “It doesn’t say how he died. Why doesn’t it say how he died? Surely it’d be a giveaway as to who did it whether he was stabbed, or poisoned, or…”

Glancing up to catch Frarn looking her way, the girl gave a little embarrassed shrug. “…It’s kind of an important point to leave out. Ehm.”

Clearing her throat self-consciously, Kathlin glanced between Frarn and Doin quizzically. “So are either of you two going to be duelling?”